The Ballot Box
The Ballot Box


I am not just a cube,
Rather a sphere of decision;
Destiny cast with votes,
On each speaking paper,
That goes through me.
I hold the strength,
To lay the platform, the chair;
The persons for the republic.
I might have been replaced,
By an electronic machine;
But I have seen an era,
Glancing at the serpentine queues.
With a mark on the nails,
A color of dark that adds,
Sense of pride to the citizens,
And recognize their power to decide.
Within me they converge,
Irrespective of whom they belong;
And again on the day of count,
They diverge to their entities.
Probably for a length of time,
I accept them all with unity,
Hoping for a reflection.
But only one wins,
And I wish the winner,
For the deeds, promises made,
And win the hearts of people who chose.